Date: Mon, 08 Jul 2002 11:30:21 -0400
From: Melissa Evans
Subject: Sling Loving Cum Slut
The following story is a fantasy. It takes place in a world
where STD's don't exist, and people are less repressed
sexually. I hope you enjoy it.
"Damn." Shaking the can, I realized I was all out of Nair,
my preferred depilatory. I turned off the shower and
grabbed my keys. I was meeting Jason tonight, and I wanted
everything to be perfect. A quick trip to the supermarket
and I was back in the bathroom relaxing in a hot bubble bath
with my favorite aromatherapy candles burning. I enjoyed
the warm bubbly softness of my bath for twenty minutes or
so, then drained the tub. I used the Nair from the nose
down, watching all my body hair flow down the drain.
"Tonight's going to be great." I thought to myself.
I rubbed Baby Oil into my skin all over my hair-free body,
let it sit on my skin for several minutes, then showered off
under a wonderful spray of warm water.
After patting myself dry, I put on a robe and sat at my
vanity to do my nails and makeup. Jason was taking me to
one of the hottest clubs tonight, and he love's it when I
dress real slutty. I put hot red nail polish on fingers and
toes, and lipstick to match. My eyes were done with strong
black liner and mascara, sparkly red fading into orange
fading into yellow eyeliner. I was going to be the hottest
bitch in the club when I walked in on Jason's arm.
When my nail polish finished drying, I began to dress.
First, I rubbed some rogue around my nipples. I would be
going braless for Jason tonight, and wanted everyone to be
able to see them in the dim atmosphere of the club. As
Jason paid for my implants, I think I should flaunt them for
him. They look great peeking through my sheer lace teddy.
Next came my stockings, black lacy thigh-highs with matching
garter belt. Next, my "special" panties. I put my man clit
in the tube, and tucked it between my legs. I love these,
when I pull them tight, it makes me look like I have a real
pussy through my panties.
I went to the closest and selected the skirt I had specially
made for just such a night. It is tailored from the same
lace fabric as my teddy and is quite short, about eight
inches above my knee. Black and sheer. In bright light,
you can see right through it, but in the dim atmosphere of
the club, it will be wonderfully suggestive.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite pleased. I
looked about as slutty as I could without actually being
nude. I put on my wig, strawberry blonde with soft curls
running to the middle of my back, then green contact lenses.
These colors match my complexion wonderfully. To finish the
outfit, I selected six inch stiletto heels with matching
handbag.
As I walked downstairs, I felt a twitch in my man clit. The
feel of the stockings and lace against my smooth, soft skin
is very exciting.
I was halfway through a glass of wine when the doorbell
rang. Right on time as always, he is such a considerate
man.
I opened the door, and he took me in with a sweep of his
eyes, grabbing my hand and spinning me slowly around. As I
was facing away, he moved behind me, cupping my breasts in
his strong masculine hands and grinding his stiffening cock
against my ass. He always knows how to make me feel sexy
and feminine.
I wanted to start the night right, so I turned, and kneeling
on the carpet, removed his beautiful cock from his pants,
and started to worship as he loves. I rubbed the head
lightly along my lips, back and forth until his pre-cum
started to flow. I looked up at him and was gratified to
see his wonderful face smiling down at me.
"Suck it, my lovely little slut" he told me. I started with
just the head in my mouth, leaving the shaft for later. I
twirled my tongue around it slowly, enjoying the little
gasps and twitches it elicited from him. I unbuckled his
belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor. When we go
out, he wears no underwear so I can have easier access. I
let his swollen member slip out of my mouth, and looking
into his dreamy eyes, begin making love to his churning
testicles. He spread his legs and I licked the underside of
his cum filled sac for a few minutes.
"You need to hurry if you want to eat my load" he said
looking at his watch. "We have to leave if we want to get
there by 8:00". I needed no further persuading. Taking his
ten inch cock down my throat is one of my favorite things in
the world, and eating his hot salty cum is up there as well.
I took him into my mouth, slowly engulfing his hot shaft.
Once I had him all the way in, he grabbed my head and slowly
began sliding his full length in and out of my mouth, all
the way out with a pop. He love the feeling of penetrating
my lips with each stroke. He fucked my face for about five
minutes, then thrust deep into my throat, and grabbed the
back of my head, driving my hot wet mouth deeper still on
his cock. He swelled to full hardness, pumping ounces of
his cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but
some dripped out of my mouth and onto my teddy, glistening
with on the black lace. I started to remove it but he told
me to leave it there, he wanted everyone to know what a cum-
slut I was. That should not be a problem I thought, not
after what I hoped would happen tonight.
As we are driving to the club, which is about a 45 minute
trip, I lay across the seat of the car, and gently and
softly suck on Jason's cock. I find it passes the time, and
he enjoys it so much. Every so often I hear the air horn of
a passing truck go off and I look up to wave at the driver.
We pulled into the parking lot at 7:45. The parking valet
took the keys, and we moved to the line to pay admission.
We chatted until it was our turn, and Jason took my by the
arm, and moved me in front of him. I was face to face with
the doorman, who was about 6'5", 210lbs, naked from the
waist up and solid as a rock. If this man had 2 percent
body fat it was a lot. Blond hair and blue eyes, an Adonis
on earth.
He looked at me, then Jason. "Thanks for coming to the club
sir, that will be $40."
"Pay him Melissa" said Jason.
I looked at Jason, who winked at me. I squatted before this
godlike man (don't want to tear my stockings) and pulled his
cock out of his pants. I was stunned, and the crowd behind
me gasped. His monster was about eight inches, and was only
just beginning to swell to hardness. I took it into my
mouth, and felt it grow in length and girth. Soon, I could
barely keep my mouth around it, it was so wide. My mouth
was completely stretched and maybe half was in my mouth, and
the head was firmly planted halfway down my throat. I began
sliding back and forth on what I could get into my mouth,
which was about seven or eight inches of this massive piece
of meat.
"Oh, so you are the cum-slut Jason has told us all so much
about." I looked up at him and, removing him from my mouth,
said "I'm here to eat cum tonight stud, want to shoot it
into me now, or later?" He said just suck it for another
minute or so, he would feed me later.
After I left my lipstick smeared along his cock, he pulled
me up, and said I could have him later, I moved into the
club with a sad sigh. His huge cock was wonderful, just
showered, with a slight musky scent. I could feel my man
clit twitching in it's confining tube.
Jason place my hand on his arm, and we entered the club.
The room was filled with men and T_Girls like myself. Some
of the girls were beautiful, but I was the sluttiest of the
bunch. The made me happy, and also pleased Jason, who
grabbed my ass as we walked to the bar. Scotch for Jason,
a sloe gin fizz for me, and we began our stroll around the
dance floor. I could feel all the eyes on me, the men with
lust, some of the girls with jealousy. I could see desire
in some of the girls eyes as well, and I was also able to
pick out some genetic females in the club. This excites me
as I love to perform with real women watching me.
Selecting a booth from where we can both see and be seen,
Jason pulls his cock from his pants and tells me to slowly
stroke him while we sit and chat. We watch the dancers and
sip our drinks. I look at the cock in my hand, and see a
large drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, so I bend down
and gently lick it up, tasting it's salty sweetness for the
second time tonight.
As I sit up, I see a man has approached our table. He is
all in leather, and is a very hot dominant Master, judging
by the fact that he had a t_girl scantily clad with her
hands handcuffed behind her and a leash and collar attached
to his belt. He said that he had caught his slut watching
me jerk Jason off, and to teach her not to watch what she
wasn't invited to watch, he wanted to have her suck Jason
off and have her catch his load on her face.
Now, I'm not at all the jealous type, and as I am happily
subservient to Jason's desires, I look up at him for his
command. He tells me to move out of the booth to allow the
slave to take my place. She immediately take Jason into
her mouth, engulfing all but two inches of his hard cock.
Her Master is not satisfied with that, and placing his hand
on the back of her head, forces her down on Jason, impaling
her throat on his full, stiff cock. Grabbing her hair, he
drives her up and down the full ten inches of Jason's shaft,
gagging her with each down stroke. This goes on for about
five minutes with him brutally forcing her face down into
Jason's lap, until he let go and allowed her to control her
own pace. While this was going on, I could see he was
getting visibly excited, the lump of his cock showing
clearly through the tight leather of his pants. I was
stroking it while this went on, but now Jason told me it was
time for my second load of the night. I laid on my back the
seat of the booth, letting my head fall over the side with
my mouth open. Master pulled his eight inches out of his
pants, and slide it deep into my throat with one long, slow
thrust. His balls were resting on my nose, and he was
playing with my tits. He remained there, fully in my mouth,
for a minute or so, then began using my mouth like a man-
pussy. Faster and faster he fucked my face, his balls
bouncing off my nose. He looked at Jason and asked if it
was ok if he pulled out and came on my face and chest.
Jason said it was up to him, he could feed my his cum or he
could shoot it on me, which ever he desired.
Pulling out, he stroked his cock several times, then erupted
in a geyser of cum. By the time he was finished, five or
six ropes of his sticky juice had hit my face and chest,
soaking through the teddy to wet my titties. I licked it
off my face, using his cock to bring what I could not reach
with my tongue to my mouth, and began to clean it off my
shirt. Jason told me to leave it, that I would be wearing a
lot more before the night was through. At this time he told
me he had a surprise for me, one I'd been dreaming about and
had revealed to him only last week. I knew right away what
he was referring to, and began looking around the club for
it.
At this time, Jason pulled the slave off his cock, and told
her to kneel on the floor. I knew what was cumming, and,
not wanting to miss an opportunity, knelt beside her. Jason
began slowly stroking his fully engorged ten inches, and
pointed it right at my mouth. As this is something we
practice often, I knew most of it would hit my tongue.
Before he came, he told me I had to share.
Even though it was his second load of the night, it was
still sizable, and I took all of it, allowing it to remain
on my tongue as he finished, and wiped it all around my
face. I then stood up, and grabbing the slaves head and
tilting it back, slowly let it drip from my mouth into hers,
sharing the wonderful load of jism Jason had just given me.
I then kissed her deeply, twirling our tongues and sharing
the load. To my delight, she then tilted my head back, and
let the cum slide past her lips and into my waiting mouth.
I greedily licked her lips and chin, and once I had it all,
opened my mouth for Jason and Master to see, then swallowed
my third load. Things were starting off great.
The three of us sat down, with slave sitting on the floor
beside the seat next to Master's knee, and discussed our
respective plans for the evening. Master planned to use
slave to satisfy any guy who was alone and in need, while I
was kept in suspense.
Master and slave left after about 20 minutes, and Jason and
I had several more drinks. I flirted and teased whichever
guys caught my eyes, and showed a lot of panty and thigh to
the entire room. I was as delirious with desire as I could
get, or so I thought, but Jason would not let me touch
myself.
"When the time cums" he said.
As time passed, we watched several blowjobs and cumshots
take place at various places around the room, including a
multiple right on the bar. This was actually one of the
genetic girls, who was also wearing a collar. Not around
the throat, but around the waist.
I looked at Jason and asked when I could have my surprise.I
pretty much knew what it was, but wasn't 100 percent sure.
He smiled, and said told me to follow him. We walked to the
back of the room, and through a door. We entered another
room, not quite as dark as the first room, but completely
mirrored with the only music coming through the walls from
the dance floor.
In the center of the room I was delighted to see the object
of my deepest desires. As you have probably figured out, I
am a slut. I live to be a slut. I love cock, and can't get
enough. Before I started seeing Jason, I used to frequent
local bookstores and adult theaters, greedily sucking as
many cocks as I could in an afternoon. Maybe I will share
some of these stories with you at a later date. For now, I
am about to have another fantasy fulfilled, a sex club back
room with a sling.
I looked at Jason and thanked him with a deep, wet kiss.
"I'm confused though, no one is in this room." I said to
him.
"Not yet, I'm waiting for you to get ready. The door we
just passed through is part of a folding wall. Once you are
in the sling and ready, we are going to open the wall, and
you will be the entertainment for the night."
"So many?" I said.
"You wanted to be a bar cum-slut, now's your chance."
I realized he was right, this was exactly what I wanted. I
quickly undressed except for my stockings, garter and shoes,
and climbed into the sling. Jason connected the buckles to
keep me from sliding off, and left the room, leaving me
completely alone and totally exposed. My hands had been
secured to one of the straps, I was completely helpless and
available, with my thighs pulled back and secured almost to
my chest. The strap holding my head could be released to
allow my head to fall back, opening up my throat like a
sword swallower.
Soon, I hear the soft whir of motors, and the wall started
to fold up. I began to see first startled, then happy faces
as the crowd began to sense what was to happen.
Much to my delight, the first person to approach me was my
friend the doorman, this time stark naked. He had a great
body, and his cock was swinging between his legs like a
missile ready to penetrate me. He approached my head, and
released the strap. Once my head was back, he fed me his
soft but slowly hardening cock. People started to gather
around, and I felt hands on me. Jason was standing in the
DJ's booth , watching and speaking softly with the owner of
the club.
I lost track of him at this point as things really started
to happen. Numerous men were standing around me, rubbing
their cocks all over me. The doorman was now fully hard,
and pulled out of my mouth, much to my disappointment. I
wanted to taste his load. As soon as he vacated my mouth,
another cock took it's place and the fantasy took hold. The
doorman, who now told me his name was Zed, moved between my
legs, and spitting on the tip of his cock, began sliding it
around my tight man pussy, getting ready to put his cock
inside me. I spread my cheeks as far as I could, and
pulling the hard dick out of my mouth, begged him to fuck
me.
"Oh Zed, I want it, fill my man pussy." I begged him to
stop teasing me and put it in me.
He slowly began moving his hips forward, penetrating my
tight hole. I relaxed to allow him the easiest entry. As
his cockhead penetrated my ring, he bucked forward, deeply
seating his cock in my ass. I now had a cock in my ass and
one in my mouth. Zed grabbed the straps and began swinging
me back and forth, impaling my ass on his cock, then my
mouth on cock of the unnamed stranger at my head. I began
to get the rhythm, breathing while I was sliding down Zeds
meat. He was a little bigger than the man in my mouth and I
was in my glory. I was all but naked, in a room full of
strangers, taking two cocks at a time. I also realized this
was only the beginning.
The man in my mouth began to swell as I twirled my tongue
along the length of his cock. He told Zed he was ready, and
he stopped swinging the sling. My mouth friend pulled out
until just the head of his cock was in my mouth, and jerked
himself off, shooting his load into my waiting mouth. I
swallowed greedily and kept him in my mouth, wanting to be
sure I got all of his juice.
Zed now pulled out, leaving an empty feeling in my ass, and
came around and stood with his crotch before me, sliding his
cock into my waiting mouth, and once again began swinging
the sling, using my willing mouth to jerk himself off.
Finally, he let go of the sling, and grabbed my head,
forcing himself deep into my throat, where he deposited his
load of sperm.
I swallowed it all greedily, and he told me that was the
last load I was going to swallow until the end of the
evening. I didn't know what he meant until he held up a big
bowl. I then realized what was happening.
I was to show the room what a true cum loving girl I was.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I was sucking
cocks with a dick up my ass all night. I usually had two
dicks in my hands stroking them while I was getting fucked
at both ends. At one point I had a chance to glance at
Jason in the DJ booth. He was standing with his 10 inches
being swallowed by three of the genetic females, using there
faces like he used his hand when he stroked his cock. He
had one of them by the hair, tightly holding her while he
slowly jammed hr lips up and down his swollen prick.
I knew he could last forever like this because he had
already shot two loads this evening, and he was controlling
the pace. As I was looking away, I saw him pull the first
woman off his cock and grabbed another by the hair and
forced himself fully down her throat in one fast thrust.
As Zed had told me, I did not get to eat any of the cum that
was being shot all around my lust enraged body. My clit was
swollen and throbbing, I had not had any release yet this
evening. Cock was rammed up my ass and down my throat until
the owner was ready to cum. He would then pull out, and one
of the other T-Girls would jerk him off in the bowl.
This went on for about 4 hours. I was slowly getting
exhausted. My jaw hurt wonderfully, and my ass, which first
tingled with lust, was now numb with abuse. I was loving it
and wanted it to go on forever. I fucked and sucked about
40 men that night, some of them more than once. Over a
gallon of cum ended up on the bowl.
When the last man had shot into to bowl, Jason came over,
and put his cock in my mouth. He had been using various
real and T-Girls all night while he watched me perform for
the crowd, but had not shot since he fed slave. This time,
I was allowed to eat his load for the crowd. I swallowed
hungrily, having waited hours for a taste.
After he came, the crowd partied, and on her hands and
knees, came none other than slave. She was being lead to my
cock by Master, and was told to suck my cock until I came,
but not to swallow it. Other T-Girls also took turns
sucking on my raging hard-on, but slowly, not letting me cum
yet. When I began to swell, close to my orgasm, they would
stop, and squeeze the base of my cock, not letting me gain
release. The tension in the room was tremendous, with
couples fucking all around the club.
Finally, slave get back between my legs, and forcing a 14"
dildo up my ravaged ass, sucked me to the point of sweet
release.taking shot after shot of pent up sperm into her
mouth. This she did not swallow, but spit it into the bowl
along with all the others. Jason took the bowl, and poured
it into a pitcher with a spout.
I was release from the sling, and put up on a table on the
raised dias at the end of the room. Jason handed my the
pitcher and told me to swallow it all.
"OK my cum-slut, the room wants to see if you are what you
claim to be. You have to swallow it all. You don't have to
chug it down, drink it like a lady, slow, long sips".
I spent five minutes draining that pitcher, growing more and
more delirious with lust as I took more and more into my
slowly filling stomach. I held the last mouthful in my
mouth and motioned one of the real women to the dias with
me. She bent her head back, and I slowly let that mouthful,
and I mean a true mouthful of cum drip out of my mouth into
hers. We switched places, and she let is slide back into my
mouth, then back and forth. We traded that mouthful of cum
from all the men in the room 15 or 20 times, then several of
the other T-Girls wanted some. I took half and she took
half, and we began sharing it with all the girls in the
room, T_Girls and genetic girls.
The men were all getting hard again seeing this, and a full-
blown orgy started. I spotted Jason standing in the corner,
watching me with delight. I realized I had performed up to
his expectations and could expect more opportunities to
please him in the future.
The night was getting on, and the men had all shot three of
four times by the time we left. I was worn out, tired,
sore, and a little queasy from all the cum I drank, close to
a gallon had found it's way into my stomach.
"Before we go home, there is one more thing I want you to do
for me. I found out something about the cop who is running
the speed trap on Howard Avenue tonight. You are going to
get me out of a speeding ticket. Fix your make up, you need
to be convincing."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but had a pretty good idea. As
he took the exit ramp on to Howard Avenue, he sped up, he
was going well over the speed limit, and went past the
anticipated speed trap doing 70 in a 30 mile per hour zone.
As expected, the cop pulled out and pursued Jason until he
pulled over in a dark alley. The cop got out of the car and
asked Jason for license and registration. He flashed his
flashlight around the car, and the beam came to rest on my
thigh, where the stocking met the garter buckle. He moved
the light to my face, where I puckered my lips and blew him
a kiss, while pulling the straps of my teddy down, exposing
my breasts.
The cop looked at me, at Jason, who smiled and nodded his
head, then back at me. He came around the car to my side
and opened the door. I turned so I was facing him, unzipped
his fly, and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was about
six inches, and fully engorged by now. I took him slowly
into my mouth, just the head, twirling my tongue around his
piss slit. I could feel his body quivering with pleasure.
I wet my hand, and used my thumb and forefinger only to
gently swirl around the shaft right below the head,
providing maximum sensation to the most sensitive areas of
his throbbing cock. He told me he had to cum fast, he could
not be caught like this. He would lose his job and wife if
he got caught with his cock in another woman's mouth. I
silently laughed, thinking I looked like a beautiful cock
sucking slut. He grabbed my head and began bucking his
hips. When he got really hard, and began to twitch, I
pulled off him and jerked him off on my face, letting his
cum slowly slide down my cheeks and into my mouth and fall
off my chin on to my tits.
When he was done, I licked him clean, and put him back into
his pants and zipped him up. He thanked me, and told Jason
to be careful that the speed trap was to be in place for
another week or so. He got back into his patrol car and
drove off. Jason drove me home, kissed me goodnight, and
left, on his way home. I went upstairs, showered, and using
a dildo, fucked my ass while I stroked myself to an orgasm
thinking about the events of the evening. I ate this one
last load off my stomach and drifted off to sleep.
Although this is a fantasy, it is something I would like to
do, minus drinking the gallon of cum. A few loads, maybe
ten, I could deal with, not forty. I often wish I had
discovered these things about myself prior to marriage. I
expect I would still be married now, but would have had some
more of the experiences I now fantasize about. If you like
this story, let me know. Also, check out Theater-slut under
the Gay/encounters section of the archive. With the
exception of the date, this is a true story. I can be
reached at t_girl_hottie@hotmail.com.